Characters
| Character | Description |
| Beast/Young Prince | A Prince transformed into a terrifying beast for his lack of compassion; hot-tempered and commanding, but with a warm, loving heart buried far beneath his gruff exterior. |
| Belle | A vibrant, intelligent young beauty who wants much more than her provincial life. |
| Gaston | The story's antagonist. The vain, egotistical, ultra-masculine villain determined to marry Belle. |
| Lumiere | A suave, French, debonair enchanted candelabra. The valet of the castle. |
| Mrs. Potts | A warm-hearted, maternal enchanted teapot. The cook of the castle. |
| Babette | A saucy, enchanted feather-duster, and the object of Lumiere's affections. The chamber maid of the castle. |
| Madame de la Grande Bouche | A former opera diva turned into an enchanted wardrobe. |
| Cogsworth | A tightly-wound, enchanted stuffy mantle clock and the head of the Beast’s household. The butler of the castle. |
| Maurice | Belle’s loving, eccentric inventor father. |
| Chip | An enchanted teacup, and Mrs. Potts' little boy. |
| Monsieur d'Arque | The creepy, scheming proprietor of the local insane asylum, the Maison des Lunes. |
| Ensemble | Silly Girls, Enchanted Objects, Townspeople, Tavern Patrons, Mob. |
| Lefou | Gaston’s bumbling, toady sidekick. |
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